The Dark Side

 With Eric/Sonny


"I wish Brian was coming with us Sonny" said to Eric as they checked in at Wellington Airport. Eric just grunted, he'd heard it ever since they'd bought their tickets for San Francisco.

"You want your brother on our honeymoon?" he asked and saw Sonny colour. His Brat was so cute when he blushed.

"Can we join the mile high club?" Sonny inquired in anything but a quiet voice. The woman checking them in, was also checking Eric out, blushed the same colour Sonny had been earlier. Sonny just grinned evilly at her. "Mine," he mouthed as Eric's hand landed on his shoulder heavily.

"Behave," he breathed into Sonny's ear, "I'd hate for you to spend the trip on a freshly paddled butt."

"Yes sir," Sonny replied.

The trip was long and boring. Sonny was sad that the toilets were way too small to have sex in. In fact after checking them out, he declared they were barely big enough to do his business in. They arrived at LAX and drove along the coastal highway to San Francisco.

Eric and Sonny spent the week following a list of sightseeing a friend had given them. The friend lived in San Jose but as soon as she knew they were making the trip she'd sent the list. It was during this week that the two men started to experiment with a new aspect of their relationship. Sonny had read a lot of fiction around D/S relationships and had cautiously introduced the subject to Eric.
"When we first got together you said you wanted a relationship like Adam and Brian," Eric pointed out, "So that's what I've been giving you. After Adam and I broke it off I went deeper into the lifestyle. Played a little darker, learnt a little. I am willing to take you into a darker world; it's up to you if you really want to do this."

Sonny bit his lip. "I want to try it," his voice was determined, "I trust you."

Eric smile was feral, "You know I'll expect absolute obedience at all times or you'll pay the penalty. The penalty will be with a belt, as you have issues around canes. You will spend a lot of time on your knees, clothes will be at my discretion, and I will use you when and where I want."

Sonny shivered his eyes going wide. He licked his lips and nodded "Yes sir," he said.

"What's your safe word," Eric asked, "You need to use it if this gets too intense for you. You use it and I will stop and we will discuss things." He saw Sonny open his mouth, "This is not negotiable," he snapped.

Sonny tilted his head to one side, "Brian," he said, "Brian is my safe word."

Eric burst out laughing, "Well I guess in the past Brian protected you so I guess it's appropriate."

Now after a week Sonny was wondering if he was slightly insane. He'd spent almost every minute in their suite naked, had a new appreciation for the belt as a teaching implement, had learnt sex with a well punished butt could be spine tingling good and he loved being put into submission by his Dom. When he knelt there Eric would card his hand through Sonny's red hair. Sonny found it easier to drop into a calm headspace in this position. He was struggling slightly in other areas; he had an insistent, irritating voice that sounded remarkably like Brian chanting, "Slave boy, you're fucking insane."

"Up," Eric said and tossed Sonny some clothes. Sonny gasped as he checked them out butter soft leather trousers and a green silk shirt that matched his eyes.

He looked up. "Sir, these are clubbing clothes," he said, as he looked up. Then he lost the power of speech. Eric stood there in dressed in black, leather trousers, shirt, boots that covered his calf and a trench coat made out of leather. He looked hot.

"We're going to a club I've heard about called The Milestone," Eric said, "Move it unless you'd like to visit there with fresh strap marks." Sonny hurried he had enough marks that made sitting a distant memory already. He didn't want more. He was looking forward to another erotic spanking like the one he'd received the night before, when Eric had finally given his permission to cum he'd exploded until all he saw was stars. When he was dressed Eric approached him with a collar in his hand. Let's make sure everyone knows you're taken," he said. "When we get home, if we continue this, I'll officially collar you with something slightly less obvious he promised, "For now this will have to do," he buckled the collar securely around Sonny's neck.